17. Blake

CHAPTER 17

Blake

M y phone’s incessant buzzing wakes me. It’s five thirty in the morning, who the fuck—? I swipe to see multiple text messages from my housekeeper, Fleur, saying Yve’s at the front door. If she’s on my front step, she won’t stay out there for long. Sure enough, the clicking of stilettos rings through the hallway.

Now what the fuck am I going to do..? My gaze slides to Ginevra’s peaceful face nestled against my bare chest.

Toppling the pillow-wall to destroy it, I murmur, “Gin, wake up. It’s show time.”

“What?” She blinks awake, pausing to take in our close proximity. “What time?—?”

“Shh. That’s irrelevant. Yve’s here and it’s time to put on a show. Are you up for it, magpie?” I run my palm over her satin-clad waist. She feels divine in my arms and lust pulses through me, making my morning wood grow rigid.

“Mm-hm.” She rubs sleep from her eyes and blinks up at me. How is she so fucking gorgeous in the morning? This is a side of her I haven’t seen before because I’m always up and out of here before she rises. I’ve been missing out on this sight every morning. My cold heart twists.

“Good.” My voice comes out huskier than intended. I clear my throat. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What are we going to do?” Her gorgeous chocolate eyes draw me in and I’m tempted to kiss her, just once.

Bang, bang, bang! “Blake, I know you’re in there.” Yve’s irritating voice comes through my door. “Open up. We need to talk.”

I groan. Keeping my voice low, I say, “Let’s do what couples do in the morning.” That innocent expression on her face unravels me from the inside out. “They fuck,” I clarify, then hurry to add, “We’re going to pretend to fuck. Okay?”

Gin bobs her head in agreement, and I roll us over so I’m on top, while trying not to crush her beneath my weight. Her nightgown and my boxers create a barrier between us, but I know she can feel my erection—it’s challenging to miss. At first she’s tense, her breath coming in shallow pants, and a light sheen of sweat breaks out on her forehead. She’s nervous.

“We’re just pretending,” I whisper in her ear. “I know you’re an amazing actress, Gin. Act for me. Give me the best performance you’ve ever done.”

“Mm,” she moans, loud enough that Yve takes a break from pounding on my bedroom door. “Oh, yes!”

“Good girl. Just like that.” I settle between Gin’s legs, but keep my weight off of her and grip the headboard, rocking it against the wall. From the sounds we’re making there should be no doubt in anyone’s mind what we’re doing in here—or what they think we’re doing.

My door bursts open just as Gin really gets into our role-playing and screams, “Yes! Yes!”

Gin’s covered from the waist down by her nightgown, and our bottom halves are under the blanket, but my bare chest is on full display.

The stricken look on Yve’s face is amusing enough to make my lips twitch before I scowl and shout at her, “Get the fuck out! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Yve’s over-plumped lips twist with disgust, but she retreats, closing my door behind her. But she’s not that easy to scare off. I know she’s in the hallway, waiting, listening. So I pick up my pace on that headboard, slamming it against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster.

Gin giggles, then shouts, “That’s it! Oh my God, that’s right big boy, give it to me harder. Faster! Harder!” She releases a loud moan. “Fuck me, Blake. That’s right, split me in half with your huge cock. Oh! Oh! Oh!”

A laugh rumbles in my chest at her over the top acting. She’s like listening to a badly directed porno. But she’s doing exactly what I want—perfectly. Hopefully, Yve will be scarred for life.

“Give it to me, big boy. Stuff your sausage in my hole. Oh yes! Just like that.” Gin catches my gaze, a hint of mischief in her eyes, a grin on her luscious lips. “Oh no! Blake, not there, that’s the wrong hole!”

Fuck . I chuckle, trying to keep it light, when the fact is she’s driving me wild.

Another loud moan. “Ah! That’s so good. Fuck my ass like you own it, big boy!”

I groan and bite down on my lip. Where does she come up with this shit? At the same time, her dirty mouth, and the images she’s conjuring with it, make me wish we were doing this for real. I can’t wait to have her screaming my name while I fuck all of her beautiful holes.

Fuck, lust has never driven me this insane before. I’ve never wanted someone?—

Ginevra tentatively places one small palm against my flexed abs, and her touch sends a shiver through me. Slowly, keeping up her fake moans and gasps, she drags her hand downward exploring each rise and valley of my six-pack. Lower, lower… Until she grazes my straining cock. It twitches at her touch and I suck in a sharp breath.

Our gazes lock. The curiosity and vulnerability I see in her eyes has transfixed me. Tentatively, she wraps her tiny hand around my cock. The way she does it makes me certain she’s never touched a man before. How can that be true?

Fuck, just that light caress is almost enough to set me off. Then her hand falls away. I immediately miss her touch.

Gin wails, breaking that intense moment between us. “I’m coming! Fill my asshole with your cum, big boy! I want it dripping out of me all day long.”

Fucking hell . One day I’m going to grant her wish. I’ll fill her so full of cum it’s going to drip down her thighs.

To end our game, I groan and give the headboard one last shove. Then I drop my forehead to hers, and press my lips to the tip of her nose. She’s silently laughing so hard tears stream down her cheeks.

“Good job.” Now I have to get away from her before I do something stupid like sink my cock into her warm pussy. Or kiss that pretty, filthy mouth.

Dragging on a pair of slacks and a T-shirt, I step into the hallway to confront my step-mother.

As soon as she sees me, she snarls, “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m not the one loitering in the hallway listening to a man fuck his girlfriend.” I lean casually against the wall. “Pervert.”

She ignores my jibe. “I don’t believe you have a girlfriend. I can only assume that’s your girl de jour in there that you’re trying to pass off as your?—”

“She’s my fiancée. I proposed to her over the weekend and she said yes .”

Crimson climbs up Yve’s neck and disappears under her caked on makeup. She sneers. “What a little harlot. She’s certainly not after your money, because she won’t be getting any.”

“That’s why I like her. She’s not a gold-digging bitch like you. She loves me for myself.” The lies roll off my tongue.

Yve pins me with a frigid stare. “You know my terms, so she better really be in love with you. One year, Blake, that’s how long you’ll have to wait for your inheritance now that you’ve decided to marry that woman instead of my darling Lexa.”

“I’ll survive,” I drawl, already tired of this conversation. “Why are you here?”

“Have you set up a meeting with the seller yet? Or is Liam’s inheritance going to go to Lexa? Word on the street is that Eion Bane’s moving in fast. If you’re going to secure that land for us then you better stop fucking around–literally–and get on with it.”

“I’m meeting with him a week from today. It’s already set.” Fuck, this woman pisses me off.

“That better not be too late.” She glares and turns on her heel. “You know what’s at stake if you fail.”

I wait until the click of her heels disappears out my front door, then heave an irritated sigh. Like that conversation couldn’t wait a couple more hours until I was at the office? Yve’s always liked pushing into other people’s personal space, that hasn’t changed. I hope this time she regretted it.

The only thing I regret is having fake sex with my fake fiancée. I can’t wait until the day Ginevra’s legally bound to me—I’ll enjoy every inch of her.